It's an impossible world

[knightime]

Dave remembers pain.

Well, that's accurate and not. He remembers everything quite well. It plays kind of like a really bad dream. But he also know that's not quite accurate either, because it wasn't a dream. It was real. It's almost amusing how terrible things can be and still be real in this place. When Dave wakes up the first thought is how painful it was.

It's not new though. He's used to those kind of things when it comes to Jason and it comes to this place. But it always goes away. It's never permanent. Just some stupid hell that Jason inflicts on them whenever his month rolls by.

He can't help but let out a nervous laugh. Instead of the sound of his voice he just hears airy breaths and for a second his heart stops. He sits up right and presses his hands to his throat. It's perfectly fine. He can't feel any marks. Nothing that would indicate what happened. He tries to speak. Still nothing.

He tries to scream. It's dead silent. Dave swallows. It's a bad dream. This is just a nightmare. It can't possibly be real. He's just dreaming and he'll wake up and it's some hellbent punishment that he's experienced before. Except he knows he's just fooling himself.

Dave numbly gets back to his feet. He feels humiliated in some way. Slighted. He can't face anyone. He should have been more careful. Can you even be careful in this place? How long can he avoid people before it becomes obvious he's avoiding them. He's already counting the seconds.

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[knightime]

Dave kind of just ends up falling on top of the other. There was really no other way this was gonna go with Route Dave tugging him down. He shakes his head though. Because he doesn't want to. Not because he has problems with the other, but he doesn't want to wake up thrashing. He doesn't wanna wake up the other knowing that the next few days will be plagued by nightmares of losing his voice. At least a few days but probably even longer than that.

He doesn't want anyone to see him when he has his inevitable breakdown.

[turntechtrainer]

He sighs heavily and releases the other Dave. They're the same dude, like he won't know what's up. "In case you forgot, he got both of us." He says, not bothering to tap the bandages on his face. He's too tired. The pain he's been ignoring is flooding through the cracks in his defenses. Who ever heard of phantom eye? Not him. It's not there and it still hurts.

"Look, I'm not asking you to sleep. I just-" Needs to know he's okay. Needs to at least have him around until unconsciousness takes him. It's going to. The pain is climbing, or maybe it's been that way all along. He's no stranger to how utterly fucked up he is.

[knightime]

Dave kind of slides off the other and off the bed, but he doesn't leave. Instead he kind of just sits on the floor, next to the bed quietly. He knows that Jason got both of them. Honestly, he thinks the other got it worst, still in pain. He isn't in pain. At least not physical pain. Recovery for him won't be hell, and he thinks that makes the other worst off.

But he doesn't leave. He'll stick around until maybe Dave falls asleep. Maybe stay a little longer after until he can will himself to go back to his room. Or wander the Tower again by himself.

[turntechtrainer]

Dave would argue both of them were as bad as the other and designed to fuck up the other further. Their complex is meant to devour them both and shadow everything they do from this point on. Jason's work is just beginning.

But he sinks into unconsciousness fairly fast. He doesn't even struggle with it like he would have years ago. He's lived a hard life and he knows the more he sleeps, the faster he'll be strong enough to get back into the fight. He sucks in a few breaths, then lets all of his guard down. The pain crashes through him so fast and hard he doesn't has time to hiss before he's pulled down into unconsciousness.

Down into the empty dark.